As you all have probably realized, Mother has been having the hardest time figuring out the right name for me, the rooster-still-known-as Amelia. Nothing seemed to fit. The only literary redhead that she could find that was sufficiently interesting was Ronald Weasley, but she knew that naming a chicken Ronald would forever mark her as one of those grown-up Harry Potter-loving weirdos (of which she’s happy to be, she just doesn’t want everyone to have THAT much proof).
Our good friend Jim has been on the case. He suggested Marco, but we had to explain that a footballer, no matter how talented, just wouldn’t cut it. He then suggested Stan, and while we were extremely impressed that he’d dug up the creator of the Amelia typeface (and a typeface IS sufficiently literary), Stan just didn’t sit right. Going in another direction, he suggested Billy Lee as a nod to the fact that I started life as a girl (well, you know, not actually, but in Mother’s eyes anyway). We seriously had to give it to him for his creativity and his dedication to the quest.
But none of the names was the right one.
And then he found the perfect solution. We believe it was on accident, but we can’t be sure that Jim isn’t just a genius. He made a somewhat passing comment that our recent escape attempt could have been the doings of a Scarlet Pimpernel in the neighborhood. Well, that just set Mother’s brain to ticking. Scarlet is a red. And the Scarlet Pimpernel hid his identity, much like I hid the fact that I was a rooster (and a master planner of escapes). But most importantly, The Scarlet Pimpernel is LITERARY!!!!! Let the confetti fly! Jim has saved the day!
The Scarlet Pimpernel is a bit of a mouthful, so Mother will call me Percy. I am quite satisfied with the outcome. I always knew I was a dashing secret hero…